Brown Eyed Man

Don't move a muscle, stay exactly where you are
They took my friend, they cuffed his wrists
They beat him in their van, he hadn't done a thing
But when they came, of course, he ran
And they pursued and they were rude
And he said nothing, he bit his lip
'Cause if you speak, you'll feel their feet
But if you don't, you'll still get hit

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking
When I take you by the hand?
What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking?

They want me bad, now bad I'll be
They keep me poor, they make me sick
They feed me with desires for
Things that I don't need or want
Stick their needles in my arms
Expensive things I can't afford
They show me rooms furnished with gold
And then they close the doors

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking
When I take you by the hand?
What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking?

I'm the child of the gimme-more nation
When they want something, they launch an occupation
They plunder and they pillage, they call it liberation
They're bombing and maiming, stealing and taking
But they lock me up, they paint me a demon
For trying to do right by my beautiful children
They're killing for money, they're crippling countries
They're just doing it all beneath a flag that says, freedom

Now, what's the matter with you?
You're lying if you think
That my pain isn't your pain
Because when I'm hit, you flinch
What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking?